âWhere the hell is this!!!â
Along with this pitiful and earth despairing scream resounding, countless bird which rested upon the trees flew away while chirping, the culprit however ignores this and is completely submerged in his tragedy.(TN: Pfft, at least you didnât get sent in by truck-kun)
This is one black haired and black eyed youth who looks around 20 years old with a face thatâs not too fugly and not too handsome (TN: Rolls eye*). Right now, heâs crouching on a plain inside a forest, hanging his head low, with a dash of sadness on his face.
Lifting his head, he observed the surrounding trees which grew tall beyond observable horizon, he wants to cry but for want of tears canât.
Who wouldâve thought after he awakes from his sleep, he would come to such a mysterious and isolated place. Of course, this youth thinks so, for if an outsider were to see this, they would reckon its quite a lively and verdant forest.
Itâs not like the youth didnât think he was still inside a dream, but, from the âfreshâ bruise on his arm. Reality is a bitch! This is all certified by her.
âCould this is the legendary isekai (TN: youâve probably noticed but I use jargon that may be familiar to readers of japanese novels where there is no close meaning in english) transportation? But why isnât there any cheats? Why isnât there any reincarnation, and this is a place so desolate thereâs no human in sight, what am i supposed to do? O lords of transport, are you trying to screw me over? (raw: äœ ä»ŹéŸéæŻćšéŒæäŸżćœ?)â While still in a daze he sat there without regard for the soil on the ground, opening and closing his mouth, heavens know what heâs mumbling about.
Should we say just as expected from an otaku youth?
Or could it be that the lords of transport (TN: Hallowed be thy names) got fed up with his ramblings, why the youth is still wallowing in his tragedy, a cold machine-like voice came.
âSystem initialization⊠initialization successful! Esteemed user, the system greets youâŠâ
Suppose if one were to be in a god forsaken place, and suddenly thereâs a deep cold voice ringing, what kind of reaction would one expect? Well, the answer is on the youthâs face. (TN: close enough,
)
His whole body jerked, screamed like a little girl and jumped higher than never before, even before he went into a trashy otaku life, he was never this athletic.
âWh-wh who goes there, you think i am scared of you? I will have you know, even if you want to do me in (original raws was literally to claim oneâs lunchbox which means removing a character from a story by inducing said characterâs death or disappearance), I choose to die from famine after binging on anime for 7 days and nights, I sure as hell wonât die in this no manâs land, capeesh?â So the youth says while shaking in his boots and unsteady laugh with indescribably feeble tone.
ââŠ.â The whole place fell into silence, the youth glanced right and life, completely unaware that heâs spouting appalling stuff.
Perhaps he felt it by now (Author note: Ya sure?) Gulping and resisting the urge to escape, he stuttered: âSa- Say something y- youâŠâ
One cannot blame him, take anyone and put him in this situation, anyone wouldnât be able to stay calm yes? Whatâs more this is but a home security guard, one who has not known the outside world.
Too bad, there is still no sound in this lush forest as if the voice was just a hallucination of sorts.
Timidly looking around, he breathed in trying to calm down his pounding heart and then opening to speak once more: âHey, the one who went by the name systemâŠâ
After that, the youth was stunned.
System? Thatâs what i said right? Canât have heard it wrong! The legendary transport system? Midasâ finger?
This canât be real can it?
With his train of thoughts arriving here, the youth finally calmed his mammaries, scratching his head he mumbled with suspicion. âSystem?â
Right after that, the mechanical voice resounded once more. âAt your service, user!â
The youthâs heart jumped once more.
He could deal with this situation with more composure after a bit of psychological preparation, this kind of setting, as long as itâs a hikikomori, he can guess whatâs gonna happen from now on.
âSo⊠system, where is this? What the heck happened? Why am i here?â Like a machine gun he shot his saliva (TN: Ew.), he canât wait to find out what situation he is under, in this forest of no humans, he can only cling on to this system as if it was his life line.
âBeep! Current user position: Silvaria (æŻć·Žć© SÄ« BÄlĂŹ Är) world, giant beasts forest!â
Silvaria world? Giant beasts forest?
Fine, from these information, the youth arrived at a few conclusion: First, he transported; Second, from the name of this place, he was transported to a western styled worlld; Third, it would be nice he this was a normal world, but if it were one of them mystic or magical fantasy type world, then from that unbearably kappa esque name of a place, the chance of him dying is probably only marginally lesser than a girl coming up and hitting on him. (TN: Probably talking about his plot armor)
Shaking his head vigorously, as if to throw his conclusion out of his mind, reminding himself inside his heart, that this is a false conclusion, false conclusion, as a glorious transportee, according to standard (TN: world transport standards revised 2017), i should be able to kick asses from north to south, conquering the world, make âfriends with benefitsâ(Lit: good companion), creating crystal palace (tn: read harem), making an unforgettable legacy!
It says so in the novels, itâs impeccable logic!
While heâs daydreaming, alas, it gets more ridiculous by the second.
Finally, recalling the mysterious system, the youth finally relaxed a bit.
With a few breaths and dry laugh, he manned up and faced the empty front. âCan i go back?â
âBeep! Out of system protocol, please probe around yourself!â
Canât help but twitch the edge of his lips, the youth unamusedly said: âThen what isnât out of system protocol?â
Out of nowhere a multi-colored board appeared in a flash, it looks so unreal as if itâs just a projection.
Bewildered at the fantastic board in front of him, floating upon it were the screen for âstatusâ, âequipmentâ, âabilityâ, âitemsâ, âsummonâ, totally game like.
Now if he still doesnât realize what this is, he failed at hikikomori, thisâŠ. this is clearly a cheating system straight out of a novel!
And so he jumped 3 ft high, creating his personal record once more, ecstatic to the extent he forgot whoâs being a whiny little bitch just a while ago.
This is practically telling me to cheat (lit: against the heaven é怩)!
Laughing like he went half retard, no wait that was not an adjective, he went full retard.
Looking at the status board, as if it was his true love, coming ever close to kissing it, while still in full retard mode (TN: like so
), he pressed the tab âstatusâ.
The five tabs disappeared and what appeared was an illusory projection of himself accompanied by a description âunit statusâ.
(TN: i wonât put this into an ordered format until i have seen comments on how to best approach this because this whole thing gets changed somewhere after 75%, 1500+-ish chapters of the story)
Unit: Human
Ability: None
Equipment: None
Summons: None
Equipment pts: 0 (TN: henceforth Ep)
Item pts: 0 (TN: henceforth Ip)
Ability pts: 0 (TN: henceforth Ap)
Summoning pts: 0 (TN: henceforth Sp)
ââŠ.â
ââŠ.â
With this kind of questionable and full of boke to tsukkomi on kind of status (TN: not much to tsukkomi except weak as shiet piece of fodder). The youthâs face kept changing colours as if to imitate the colour spectrum on the status projection.
Although this is not the time to roast or tsukkomi, this butthurt canât be contained.
âI say, as a standard novice, the pitiful status and string of zeroes i can accept just barely, but why the hell does is up with unitâs value? The fuck is âhumanâ!âŠâ As anyone who plays mmorpgs, or seen the novel counterpart should know, in unitâs line there should be a nameâŠâ
âphewâŠâ Some wind blew across the plains, along with it went some leaves, blowing past his face, as if to laugh at himâŠ
After an abnormal quiet, the egnimatic system sounded once more.
âPlease choose your term of endearment!â
You paused didnât you! You definitely paused just now!
Pissed as he is, he scratched his head until his hair resembles a birdâs nest, powerlessly he lowered his hands feeling very rustled in the jimmies.
âPlease choose your term of endearment.â
The voice urged him once more, poking him out of his faint suicidal feelings, leeting out a sigh, he exhaled. âMy nameâsâŠâ
Stopping halfway, since itâs a new world, that implies a new beginning, his old name, might as well be buriedâŠ
And it hit him like an epiphany, he mused before he lifted his head. âWu yan (wĂșyĂĄn as in to have no words/ silent)! I will go by Wu Yan!â
The youth⊠no, Wu Yan who despite not sounding to have integrity (TN:æČĄèæ a bit lost in translation, the meaning carries more of a nuance of someone who donât follow norms blindly, goofy), but this is the best he could think of at this stage regarding name.
In any case, thereâs nobody here who can recognise him, a cooler sounding name surely canât run afoul with the law?
âBeep! Identity confirmed, user: Wu Yan, confirming that the status has been revised from human to Wu Yan, he returned nodding with satisfaction to the original menu.
With expectations, he clicked the ability tab and what was listed there were three sub tab âskills typeâ, âtalent typeâ, âbloodline typeâ. He clicked without hesitation on bloodline type.
Sharingan (one tomoe <TN:that thing that looks like yin half of yin yang?>): 1,000 Ap; (two tomoe) : 3000 Ap; (three tomoe) : 10,000 Ap; (mangekyo, kaleidoscope) : 100,000 Ap; (eternal mangekyo) : 500,000 Ap
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